The Years When I Was Young
The years when I was young
Lasted but a season
And will not come back again.
Those days though oft return
In dim memories
Of summer days and gentle winds,
In reveries
Of autumn leaves and autumn sounds,
Of a world under different skies
When I saw through different eyes.
And I can still, at times,
See that world as I saw it then.
And a door, for a moment, opens again.
Copyright © Jerome Malenfant | Year Posted 2016
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